Текст песни Вероника Долина - Старая драма

So it would be better if the mirror was cracked,
That wall, in the muddy dust.
From a shabby little world, unleavened
The number of interesting love
Hurry, hurry, winged -
That's already lit the lamp.
Winged butterfly cute
Without love, without fortune, without the guilt.

He did not like it - and the number of hotel
Scold unearthly shiver
He did not like it - on the area of ​​market
I retreat to the penny.
Wait, wait, Bride,
You loved only one.
Anyone who knows the love without betrayal
He knows almost nothing.

A man with a man does not converge,
Though in a cradle lie.
He did not like it - and the heart pounding,
He did not like it - and trembling lips.
On the way to Moscow if you from the bottom,
On the way there at the stake
Gullible, gentle, portrait,
You can not get you to anybody.